My husband and I had our babies before 30 on purpose. We wanted to be young enough to enjoy life after we were done raising our kids. We also wanted to be young enough to handle all that parenting entails. Being a parent is hard work. This came mostly from my childhood as my dad is almost 80. I didn't want to be an older parent (not that there is anything wrong with that). As it stands right now, my husband and I are not even 40 yet and we're on the cusp of freedom. No babysitters needed, no bottles, no middle of the night feedings, no diapers and everyone knows how to dress themselves. Ah, the good life.
My parents are great, don't get me wrong, but I missed out on some things that I wanted to give to my kids and that included a sibling to play with. I play, read, help with homework, bake, dance, comfort and act silly with my kids. My parents were older and as an only child, I spent a lot of time entertaining myself. I'm not complaining. I kept myself occupied and invented a lot of games for me and me only. I am the warm fuzzy foot b-ball champ and that is nothing to sneeze at. (Ask what that is at your own risk. Hubby asked me once and was not as impressed as he should have been. I just wish I could bend that way again.) Being an only child had its advantages as well. For instance, I did not have to share a bedroom or a bathroom with anyone. As a girl, that is a very big deal.
I love my best friend and I love the little nugget she brought into this world. I love the other two gorgeous kids of hers as well. I admire her. She is now a Mama Cubed. I'm only a Mama Squared but that suites me just fine. Our family started just the two of us and now we are nine. That is definitely the best part of life.
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| 3 yr old best friend |
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| Sandy at 3 yrs old |
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